LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRich As Hell
D-RocI gotta bring itAny time and however you want itLate at night and I can't sleepI'm staying up, I'm tossing, turningThat's them bodies from my temper creeping on meThat's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonelyBricks and balesI prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tellI can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VLLook and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scalePlenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hellGet it and bring it, I flip itYou know how I get it, I know some hard layersI can speak that work and talk that workI leave it scarred and palePresser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for realGive me head and then I flip or get that dick for realBallin', my niggas haulin'Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'I do this often, fuck it, I off 'emKnow that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'emFuck his fam, I pick his coffinCatch who bad? Bitch, I doubt itI got youngins wanna off 'emAll this smoke, it got me coughin'MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumbCatch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumpedI got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we comeWe hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bombYeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmmWatch how quick I whip itI go Shmurda with them glizziesI got murder on my tensionI got black on top my lensesI got straps inside that BentleyYou wan' play, I make you feel itCome your way, make sure you get itBitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'emMojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'emTalkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from HeavenStutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansionI gotta bring itAny time and however you want itLate at night and I can't sleepI'm staying up, I'm tossing, turningThat's them bodies from my temper creeping on meThat's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonelyBricks and balesI prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tellI can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VLLook and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scalePlenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hellWhip that bitch out and she lick itCheck how a nigga be kickin'I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquidIf I point, them youngins hit itI got bitches throwin' up Billy, BloodI got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tubChoppin' itRun her a song, she follow thatSmoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racksShe took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with thatI put that strap in her mouth, bitchI thought I told you don't talk, bitchI don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm richFuck your man man, ho, I'm litPlus my whole clique full of pitsI go put on Fendi pantsThot, your dad can't drip like thisBitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'emMojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'emTalkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from HeavenStutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansionI gotta bring itAny time and however you want itLate at night and I can't sleepI'm staying up, I'm tossing, turningThat's them bodies from my temper creeping on meThat's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonelyBricks and balesI prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tellI can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VLLook and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scalePlenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hellD-Roc
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